tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30959494864853778442024-03-19T06:07:01.716-07:00Pour MarieLUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-82899709737357871172012-09-02T10:04:00.000-07:002012-09-02T10:04:12.929-07:0070 ans le 16 septembre... <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">Le 16 septembre prochain, Malou ma chère soeur, aurait eu 70 ans...Je pense encore et toujours à elle.</span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-55646914869303156372012-02-26T12:16:00.000-08:002012-02-26T12:16:04.007-08:00Et dire que cela va faire quatre ans !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;">Le temps file à une vitesse à peine croyable. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ce 2 mars, cela fera quatre ans que tu es partie. Un dimanche, autant que je me souvienne.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">L'après-midi, aux Unterlinden, une exposition sur le Rétable de Grunewald nous avais émue.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pas tant que ces derniers instants partagés.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Je pense souvent à toi, </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">le "petit" dernier de la fratrie.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-8396503148884871672010-02-27T13:24:00.000-08:002010-02-27T13:29:36.679-08:00Deux ans, et tu es toujours dans nos coeurs...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04avkfqiyRLel6Wdz-hjHqC4NXKYdqy_K6y4WIN_wuJsItSPzg9SYZqPNA19Av3ZjB-zzKTehqtUf8O2BPbJFF1qRjExdbppoydxmlgHGpZw2xi0Cto4hAJvJJqMWUpQrPHe3DB-zOqY/s1600-h/rose+hdr.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi04avkfqiyRLel6Wdz-hjHqC4NXKYdqy_K6y4WIN_wuJsItSPzg9SYZqPNA19Av3ZjB-zzKTehqtUf8O2BPbJFF1qRjExdbppoydxmlgHGpZw2xi0Cto4hAJvJJqMWUpQrPHe3DB-zOqY/s400/rose+hdr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443038443392450994" border="0" /></a><br />Cette rose prise dans le jardin.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-67998136826214641382009-03-02T12:35:00.000-08:002009-03-02T12:37:57.853-08:00Il y a un an....<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nous pensons tous très fort à elle.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Elle nous manque tant.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amitiés à toutes celles et à tous ceux qui partagent notre peine.</span><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-9375277427116924272008-06-21T13:58:00.000-07:002008-06-21T14:01:45.337-07:00Procession<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih8sU3pMC9p2jcREW1yheIy2fXPeEXmCtLGeYmaLbpOSX0W25F3GsSijUAKx3QSJBL0H1UJ0lB0T1k90IeFxvRsqeXOGoNmpoqnzZfpdStPxdYgh8Epo1G1rqvMjw_3mOXrjIRu2NAXjU/s1600-h/procession2+copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qmrm8U34d8iA9elmJy074zcgorGTi-rZOOLhNKW6VyyZvohI5hslwUtHAqNyZiPEsy3PmXOeHf8lJd_eKTrV1iSYbJ_MZj7rRzYYQOeK1ZGAVrR0TYcBLEqU8blILr_6UY6RAcKoz_8/s400/M2.pg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189557473270776242" border="0" /></a><br />Avec ses deux frères, fin des années 40. Aujourd'hui Roland (à droite) et Gérard , l'aîné ne sont plus avec nous. Ils manquent à tous ceux qui les ont aimés. Comme M.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-54417276877724179352008-04-02T11:48:00.001-07:002008-04-02T11:51:47.057-07:00Photos d'enfance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJi8f_xnwfmIYE3ACJgafBla-SiZI29oTsR_3Op5h_u4l_bf2kKIDRL7dwU8EP4gAsg-kj5y32taOuotVONjEACwwmXaTHrcXs4Yv1WzaUSsCO1uXZ4p88NcPvTcHMIzFyvSTQo-H0jc/s1600-h/Suzanne5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJi8f_xnwfmIYE3ACJgafBla-SiZI29oTsR_3Op5h_u4l_bf2kKIDRL7dwU8EP4gAsg-kj5y32taOuotVONjEACwwmXaTHrcXs4Yv1WzaUSsCO1uXZ4p88NcPvTcHMIzFyvSTQo-H0jc/s400/Suzanne5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184722323887409618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRCf5NjQbB9MYQcPBhH7QVHhxHlxVIjSFQykmW7sJqj4SLGYbfvxQv7P_rXxfjGazfKjkAQu9L0nlJ7jWecCtuF9f_7wpeqULWu_7C_1sgeDatgP22QQnkK5hONDSZSwL_4Hl-kxtFl8/s1600-h/Suzane3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkRCf5NjQbB9MYQcPBhH7QVHhxHlxVIjSFQykmW7sJqj4SLGYbfvxQv7P_rXxfjGazfKjkAQu9L0nlJ7jWecCtuF9f_7wpeqULWu_7C_1sgeDatgP22QQnkK5hONDSZSwL_4Hl-kxtFl8/s400/Suzane3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184722332477344226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0jqObkYjgN1KC-EkC4ttnnjuzpEwNY1Xg-CJgoUNjgbEQj5OM0ik0aPVZzEy_h4Njv0qF2BQq0rBIFQrod40C_6XEyB4gT8FTK06bfNiNPxqAYfeTgNpuoPSlc_OcShGU2PMH_byA2c/s1600-h/Suzanne+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih0jqObkYjgN1KC-EkC4ttnnjuzpEwNY1Xg-CJgoUNjgbEQj5OM0ik0aPVZzEy_h4Njv0qF2BQq0rBIFQrod40C_6XEyB4gT8FTK06bfNiNPxqAYfeTgNpuoPSlc_OcShGU2PMH_byA2c/s400/Suzanne+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184722336772311538" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Des heures de bonheur. Eté des années 50.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-13619586355629774932008-03-29T13:01:00.001-07:002008-03-29T13:02:19.112-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbX0IMoCMA-XMdI6yhvjh5APJ1MKJPBm79iZ4ZA9VGT7QXiknjW05rcSr6yq1RaR9BbwnQXuxtpI7x2T7qyThQBAbh-uogfGaOyilyWhGEsn9I7Xmik0gffCzUzuN3eulXCvvRLGnCewE/s1600-h/M3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbX0IMoCMA-XMdI6yhvjh5APJ1MKJPBm79iZ4ZA9VGT7QXiknjW05rcSr6yq1RaR9BbwnQXuxtpI7x2T7qyThQBAbh-uogfGaOyilyWhGEsn9I7Xmik0gffCzUzuN3eulXCvvRLGnCewE/s400/M3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183256412894579058" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-57545729724950628702008-03-24T12:55:00.001-07:002008-03-24T12:57:07.955-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDE0AuPWCTeGpRBhJv8etyH_ilZfDrig4wcCtoJVzfxzN9z9AnwPJfJ15XOTjZCStZCOfEDq7zfrwQ02GxQvqGt6w0TIQkYFsF2mcOLE1VCEub4dWvF4fcr1x-EAllsz1Wc7S6cM4HgnQ/s1600-h/Presse-papier01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDE0AuPWCTeGpRBhJv8etyH_ilZfDrig4wcCtoJVzfxzN9z9AnwPJfJ15XOTjZCStZCOfEDq7zfrwQ02GxQvqGt6w0TIQkYFsF2mcOLE1VCEub4dWvF4fcr1x-EAllsz1Wc7S6cM4HgnQ/s400/Presse-papier01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181399458014349666" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Poème pour Malou de Marie-Odile</b></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 0.42cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.42cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;"><span style="font-family:Arial-BoldMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 15pt;font-size:130%;" ><b>samedi 1 mars 2008</b></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0.39cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;"><a href="http://toujours-est-il.blogspot.com/2008/03/cest-aujourdhui-dimanche.html"><span style="color:#0000f0;"><span style="font-family:Arial-BoldMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:100%;" ><u><b>C'EST AUJOURD'HUI DIMANCHE</b></u></span></span></span></a></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial-ItalicMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><i>Petite prière si l'on peut dire.</i></span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Il ne fait pas beau, j'ai le cœur si triste et le vent ressemble à une tempête.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Elle dort, entourée par ceux qui l'aiment...</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Si belle !</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">étrange sensation de bonheur immanent,</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">une paix, un détachement, tellement indéfinis....</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ses mains délicates, sont chaudes.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Il y a un marronnier bourgeonnant en face, qui cherche la vie</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">vers le ciel</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">et de côté</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">les autres arbres du parc qui veillent sur</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">ELLE</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">A travers les fenêtres, ouvertures qui l'entourent comme nous tous.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Le regard peut s'échapper vers l'extérieur, pour que les larmes ne sortent pas...</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">On les retient, avant qu'elle ne lève l'ancre et change d'horizon.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">... Mais c'est difficile.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Elle sent la présence,</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">on dirait que les bavardages la bercent, c'est comme pour nous rassurer.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">c'est elle qui veille sur nous...</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Beaucoup de courage encore et de force</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">à ses enfants qui l'entourent</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">de leur plus grand amour...</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Soyons en paix aussi, c'est cela dont tout le monde a besoin...</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">QUE LA PAIX SOIT AVEC NOUS ...</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><span style="font-family:ArialMS, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">en ce dimanche endormi</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 0; orphans: 0;" align="center"><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-21177168280952311062008-03-23T13:18:00.000-07:002008-03-23T13:21:19.979-07:00Malou/Marie et son filleul<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQxAifRW7Zwrt1vedzre_HRY1YAcIeNLtA2-OdUODxEgN7otu85HHkyS5uB8Gir_bmMomk3qXgRhwHjj5OWx0I1QMlWfD0IDSvF8Wuw5gCk8zmA1-pwFMhPYWhc5BvqLVk9rBR2hs2HM/s1600-h/ddetmoi_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQxAifRW7Zwrt1vedzre_HRY1YAcIeNLtA2-OdUODxEgN7otu85HHkyS5uB8Gir_bmMomk3qXgRhwHjj5OWx0I1QMlWfD0IDSvF8Wuw5gCk8zmA1-pwFMhPYWhc5BvqLVk9rBR2hs2HM/s400/ddetmoi_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181034390089156946" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-69438215873515620982008-03-21T14:17:00.000-07:002008-03-21T14:19:58.136-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZT0SRLQxMI_I-YqGHJ10AtoeqWNbEXsnsxpWbCbD4VKosxO5GB980XX4_XcQotO4P5MxM_Im_bQ8Dnd-4X7lrDJLQbJdOlIQeVgGfm14plP3wBbIEUv6HTKwF06ajmCuTIWHILODdMV4/s1600-h/111+copie_1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZT0SRLQxMI_I-YqGHJ10AtoeqWNbEXsnsxpWbCbD4VKosxO5GB980XX4_XcQotO4P5MxM_Im_bQ8Dnd-4X7lrDJLQbJdOlIQeVgGfm14plP3wBbIEUv6HTKwF06ajmCuTIWHILODdMV4/s400/111+copie_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180307763227052354" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-81878573183954570032008-03-20T13:50:00.000-07:002008-03-20T13:52:11.238-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWcPn5Bp86hsZj3UjtZNHGC-VGvk2EwoCoB0UfuOTaW26GB3zFDHekA3r6TBusqmharqcZzW8_rOvYk2BjMr1bAN_KhPxyQ_HMcOe9A5T0baSg2K1nb323QBZXkxKmKzy_OkpC8LmRPcU/s1600-h/P1000963.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWcPn5Bp86hsZj3UjtZNHGC-VGvk2EwoCoB0UfuOTaW26GB3zFDHekA3r6TBusqmharqcZzW8_rOvYk2BjMr1bAN_KhPxyQ_HMcOe9A5T0baSg2K1nb323QBZXkxKmKzy_OkpC8LmRPcU/s400/P1000963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179929488277424418" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-42935599743664410242008-03-20T13:47:00.000-07:002008-03-20T13:49:26.861-07:00L’Adieu au visage<p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);">Ce texte m'a été transmis par Raymond Henninger, ami prêtre.</span><br /></b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Ton visage, nous l’aimions ! On t’y voyait en entier</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Il était la fenêtre qui ouvrait sur ta lumière.</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Il était la porte qui nous invitait chez toi !</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Ton visage d’amour : le voir nous suffisait,</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Nous étions sûrs de ta tendresse</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Et de l’offrande que tu faisais de toi, </b></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Simplement, sans rien dire,</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Pour nous donner du bonheur chaque jour.</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Ton visage de colère face à la bêtise</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Qui parfois semblait l’emporter</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Dans les cœurs et dans le monde,</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Ton visage de sourire éclairé d’une joie</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Qui nous entraînait dans son soleil,</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Ton visage de tempête</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Lorsqu’en toi, comme en tout être,</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>S’affrontaient le désir de te dépasser</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Et l’envie de te laisser aller,</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Ton visage de silence avec ses secrets à chercher</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Comme un trésor réservé à ceux qu’on aime.</b></span></p> <span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Devant ton visage de maladie nous étions démunis</b></span> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Comme devant tous les visages de souffrance</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Obstinément accrochés à l’espoir,</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Mais sans relâche nous te donnions notre fidèle amour</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Pour te soutenir et te préparer au difficile passage.</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Nous aimions ton visage devant nous,</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Ton visage de femme</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Pour toujours à l’image et à la ressemblance de Dieu !</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Maintenant il disparaît, ton visage !</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Pour s’inscrire, invisible mais présent dans notre cœur.</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Entre nous, il n’y aura plus de face à face</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Jusqu’au jour où nous retrouvant tous sur l’autre rive</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>Nos visages seront transfigurés devant la face de Dieu.</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>A Dieu, ton visage !</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>C’est vers Dieu que désormais il sera tourné</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" ><b>En sa présence il trouve sa définitive beauté !</b></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-43156426207536814272008-03-18T14:00:00.000-07:002008-03-18T14:04:15.704-07:00Ames vaillantes...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbCfRVGCF3uO_eulcY7Uo6oZfwtW_-cmRpwgZosoO5_vQ1zrfZpn_HD3-UX01ZKwjPnXrkX_s7rx7uT7TMZbaWwoEkbvY8XVmWecsILlm5UolYbFRtTX9SxQzANOSsTtpeWGxjNwkeWw/s1600-h/procession5+copie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbCfRVGCF3uO_eulcY7Uo6oZfwtW_-cmRpwgZosoO5_vQ1zrfZpn_HD3-UX01ZKwjPnXrkX_s7rx7uT7TMZbaWwoEkbvY8XVmWecsILlm5UolYbFRtTX9SxQzANOSsTtpeWGxjNwkeWw/s400/procession5+copie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179190314739507682" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-44779298203205670802008-03-15T12:38:00.000-07:002008-03-15T12:41:11.370-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ghrcwjjjZppo90sD1aSDnxYPr66drfykqg0hN2cpFAiueE2s_36syfSh_vVx-HvZIjrQwU4aCFdw3r3kMhcdds236XK6MotfIA25-vP9XtzX0jMIq9k3uD0fcPU4E56n8g9sZVKyk-w/s1600-h/M1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ghrcwjjjZppo90sD1aSDnxYPr66drfykqg0hN2cpFAiueE2s_36syfSh_vVx-HvZIjrQwU4aCFdw3r3kMhcdds236XK6MotfIA25-vP9XtzX0jMIq9k3uD0fcPU4E56n8g9sZVKyk-w/s400/M1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178055743293694418" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-81481743487935333902008-03-13T12:25:00.000-07:002008-03-13T12:29:35.048-07:00Hommage à Malou<p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b>Pour continuer à vous faire partager ce moment de grande intensité que fut la cérémonie de l'au-revoir, voici un texte lu par une nièce de MarieL.<br /></b></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Malou, tu fais partie de ma vie, depuis ma naissance je te connais. Ma jeune tante, si belle, si cultivée, si volontaire, aux yeux d’un bleu si profond, reflet de ton âme ;</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ton cœur, ta porte toujours ouverts à mes joies, mes chagrins. Toujours prête à partager, à donner. A écouter avant de t’écouter toi-même.</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tu as donné et donné encore, tu aimais les Autres, tu aimais à cœur fendre.</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">De ta plume et ton imagination tu peignais de magnifiques paysages poétiques : pas un matin pour moi sans aller lire le poème du jour sur ton blog, y puiser bonne humeur, énergie et courage pour la journée.</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tu aimais les Autres ! Tu aimais la vie, tu aimais tout court, sans attendre en retour, mais toujours tellement heureuse lorsque tu nous savais heureux ; ou soucieuse lorsque ceux que tu aimais étaient en peine : pour illustrer cela voilà ce que tu m’as écrit un jour,</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">« Je te sens si triste, s'il te plaît ne le sois pas mais je sais, j'ai bien dire, chacun a son ressenti et rien n'y changera, mais j'aimerais tant être plus efficace dans mon aide, j'ai l'impression de ne servir à rien et ça me désole. Allez ma Nanou on se motive (pffff oui je sais les mots ça ne suffit pas !!!) »</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Servir à rien, mais sans toi, certains jours, j’aurais baissé les bras !!!</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tu as souvent été mon refuge, ton nid de la rue de l’ours mon antre… Me blottir chez toi, me ressourcer, partager avec toi des pensées sur le sens de la vie, sur l’amour, grignoter des repas sur le pouce ou au restaurant, flâner à la terrasse d’un café, faire les soldes ; rencontrer tes copines. Se faire du BIEN !! Et souvent par surprise, rencontrer chez toi Gilles ou Aline et Anne -Pascale, et les « petits-loups » dont tu parlais avec tant de fierté et aussi avec Marie-Odile pour les séances photos: Quel bonheur ! On avait bien le droit de jouer aux stars non ?? </span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Tu savais donner de la saveur aux jours fades, tu savais rallumer un cœur las qui venait se reposer chez toi !! contre vents et marées… voici TA leçon de vie, celle que je retiens et garde en moi tel un trésor inestimable que tu m’as donné ces 48 années durant</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Près de toi je ne pouvais que me sentir écouté, au chaud, aimée, Vivante, existante, importante : Tu savais par tes paroles, et tes silences, tes regards, tes attentions simples m’aider à apprendre à m’aimer et affronter les écueils de l’existence tout comme apprécier les moments heureux!!</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Merci à toi pour cette route partagée, ce cheminement et cet accompagnement, ta main tendue, ta main qui guide, ton cœur ouvert, ton amour offert.</span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p> <p style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Jamais un seul jour ne passera sans que tu ne sois dans mes pensées et dans mon âme.</span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></p> <p class="western"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Malou, c’est très banal à dire, mais tu le sais, nous en avions parlé, cela ne se dit qu’en le pensant très fort dans tout son corps et tout son esprit, Malou, je t’aime.</span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-24075131650461570512008-03-12T13:12:00.000-07:002008-03-12T13:15:40.851-07:00L'écriture, la passion d'une vie<p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">L’écriture et la poésie étaient ses passions tout au long de sa vie. Elle aimait les échanges humains vrais. Elle a aussi apporté du réconfort à de nombreuses personnes. Elle a réussi à fédérer autour d’elle une communauté qui lui témoigne aujourd’hui une incroyable reconnaissance alors que certains ne l’ont jamais rencontrée.</span></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Un texte de Mariel, lu, ce matin là par une de ses nièces.</span></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></p><p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Hartmann/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-18.jpg" alt="" /> </p><p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>La nuit s’exile au jour qui naît dans les rayons</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>D’un soleil, d’une pluie, d’une brume confuse</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Et l’oiseau se réveille jouant du mirliton</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Dans les ombres mourantes d’évidences diffuses.</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Tandis que dans mes yeux sa naissance s'irise</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Que piaffe le moineau et vole l'hirondelle,</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Ma raison se ranime et se familiarise</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Aux pétales velours d'un bouquet de dentelles.</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Rallumer mes sourires comme chaque matin,</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Inviter tendrement la vie à se couler</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Au creux du merveilleux, mordre l'immensité.</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Apprivoiser mes doutes, accepter le festin</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Dont se nourrit mon âme cambrée vers le bonheur</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;" align="center"><span style="color:#d20000;"><span style="font-family:Helvetica-Oblique, Times, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;font-size:130%;" ><i>Et exister encore en semant la douceur.</i></span></span></span></p> <p class="western" style="line-height: 0.42cm;"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm;"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm;"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm;"><br /></p> <p class="western" style="margin-left: 0.64cm; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Hartmann/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-17.jpg" alt="" /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3095949486485377844.post-82490772030598265952008-03-12T12:58:00.001-07:002008-03-12T13:02:36.450-07:00Maintenant qu'elle n'est plus là...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHpltnK-Aygu8d3ue_WTXtimCNIQKp1XWDrZ7D65GB81naGRLWJErSyR8VhlJo0Kr__R7sEkDWbru6gSEqU6vCipeoRawlKOoEYHoQbH4AsLuCy_NsyrbIve4LTOC5Ry5McoA1k6TbTQ/s1600-h/avecMaora_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEHpltnK-Aygu8d3ue_WTXtimCNIQKp1XWDrZ7D65GB81naGRLWJErSyR8VhlJo0Kr__R7sEkDWbru6gSEqU6vCipeoRawlKOoEYHoQbH4AsLuCy_NsyrbIve4LTOC5Ry5McoA1k6TbTQ/s400/avecMaora_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176947766285377986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Vous allez trouver dans ces pages, des photos et des textes choisis par ses enfants pour la cérémonie d'adieu, ce vendredi en fin de matinée. Malou, Mariel, Marie, nous a quittés le 2 mars. Vaincue par le crabe.<br />Merci d'agrémenter, par vos commentaires, ces publications.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13